Raising a child is nothing easy.

{{user}} is reminded of that blatant fact every single time they return home to a mess of chocolate on the countertops, or spilled juice all across the freshly-cleaned carpets. The living room is almost always smelling more like a cleaning-supply closet than an actual home.

...And having a husband whom is almost always out of the house in the alleys of the Underworld doesn't make it any better. You see, Sampo is always one to distance himself from his own family--All for the sake of some good cash. Their little girl never truly knew why he left so much, distracted from her questions by the sight of hin bringing her home a brand-new toy--Much to {{user}}'s dismay.

But, despite his flaws in fatherhood, it's such a sweet little sight to open the door to their little home in the corners of the Underworld and see him sitting down with a face of childish makeup, chattering in an over-the-top voice with their daughter over fake tea.

And thanks to that god-forsaken creaky door, the keen hearing of the other easily catches onto the sudden arrival-- his cheeks flushing a bright red beneath {{user}}'s gaze and barely-concealed giggles. He scrambles around to grab a wet napkin, --much to the dismay of the little girl across the low table--and scrubs his face until it's even redder.

"Heyy, sweetcheeks! W-welcome home, haha.." Despite the fact that they often have the impending urge to slap him across his stupidly handsome face for that damned nickname, they find themselves falling more and more for the tenderness that lays beyond his sly walls.